Post by Saru' on Aug 6, 2009 2:10:27 GMT -5
n a m e:
Aimili ( Aimi ) Ren Wellmen
d o b:
May 12, 1993 (Assuming this is rather current?)
a g e:
Sixteen, not so close to 17.
Gender:
Female
HS or CC:
High School
p e r s o n a l i t y:
Aimili would like the be considered a no nonsense type of woman. She dislikes loud noises, screaming children, ignorant masses, and the like. As well as being a hard ass in too many ways, always considering herself better than others, and being harsh with her words to people who probably thought they were doing nothing wrong. And were they? Probably not. No more or less than Aimili herself.
She always assumes there’s something to be improved, and she’ll voice it, too, if provoked enough. But in general, she’s passive about her complaints with society and that which which it involves.
She has problems with showing her sympathy, even though she seems to have a surprisingly large amount of it. She mixes her words and eventually looses sight of what she was trying to get across to start with. But her few friends know what she tries to do, and she does make friends in general quickly. She just sometimes has troubles holding onto those friends.
She's sweet when she doesn't mean to, and she's rude when she doesn't realize. Her social skills are horrible to the general public, simply because no one ever payed enough attention to teach her right from wrong when dealing with others. It takes an off beat character to understand her intentions, considering she signals things she often doesn't feel. If anyone noticed enough, they might see how awkward the girl was feeling. Evidently, it's harder to see than she hopes it is.
She's lazy, enjoying her time alone, and sleeping it through. It takes quite a bit to interest her these days. But every time she tries to go after what interests her, she somehow muddles it.
b i o:
Her mother expected a lot from her, but she never felt any pressure, mostly because she didn’t consider her mother’s standards to be realistic. Soon as she realized this, she put it into practice. Her father wasn’t very active in a parenting role, and she never managed to care all that much. She didn’t consider herself to be unlucky or oppressed, she just found it dull.
She had issues fitting in with other places, other ideas, other things. Eventually she wound up at the only place that seemed able to keep her.
Somehow she's still retained the idea of romance after all these years, and is probably hopeless. The few she's tried the idea with were unsuitable for her personality, and they drifted apart. As a result, she's probably easy to hurt when she actually cares about someone, and might take things in the wrong context.
a p p e a r a n c e:
Aimi
---style:) x (
---hight: 5’5
---weight: 102
---eye color: light green.
---hair: Usually so blonde it seems white - by choice? Obviously. That kind of color isn't natural.
l o v e:
candy, coffee, crappy romance, nature, cats, chests, unnecessary and annoying spaces between letters.
&
h a t e:
curry, spicy food, math, stupid people, soda, traffic
p r e f e r e n c e:
Whatever tickles her damn fancy.
d o r m#:
Unknown at the time.
Aimili ( Aimi ) Ren Wellmen
d o b:
May 12, 1993 (Assuming this is rather current?)
a g e:
Sixteen, not so close to 17.
Gender:
Female
HS or CC:
High School
p e r s o n a l i t y:
Aimili would like the be considered a no nonsense type of woman. She dislikes loud noises, screaming children, ignorant masses, and the like. As well as being a hard ass in too many ways, always considering herself better than others, and being harsh with her words to people who probably thought they were doing nothing wrong. And were they? Probably not. No more or less than Aimili herself.
She always assumes there’s something to be improved, and she’ll voice it, too, if provoked enough. But in general, she’s passive about her complaints with society and that which which it involves.
She has problems with showing her sympathy, even though she seems to have a surprisingly large amount of it. She mixes her words and eventually looses sight of what she was trying to get across to start with. But her few friends know what she tries to do, and she does make friends in general quickly. She just sometimes has troubles holding onto those friends.
She's sweet when she doesn't mean to, and she's rude when she doesn't realize. Her social skills are horrible to the general public, simply because no one ever payed enough attention to teach her right from wrong when dealing with others. It takes an off beat character to understand her intentions, considering she signals things she often doesn't feel. If anyone noticed enough, they might see how awkward the girl was feeling. Evidently, it's harder to see than she hopes it is.
She's lazy, enjoying her time alone, and sleeping it through. It takes quite a bit to interest her these days. But every time she tries to go after what interests her, she somehow muddles it.
b i o:
Her mother expected a lot from her, but she never felt any pressure, mostly because she didn’t consider her mother’s standards to be realistic. Soon as she realized this, she put it into practice. Her father wasn’t very active in a parenting role, and she never managed to care all that much. She didn’t consider herself to be unlucky or oppressed, she just found it dull.
She had issues fitting in with other places, other ideas, other things. Eventually she wound up at the only place that seemed able to keep her.
Somehow she's still retained the idea of romance after all these years, and is probably hopeless. The few she's tried the idea with were unsuitable for her personality, and they drifted apart. As a result, she's probably easy to hurt when she actually cares about someone, and might take things in the wrong context.
a p p e a r a n c e:
Aimi
---style:) x (
---hight: 5’5
---weight: 102
---eye color: light green.
---hair: Usually so blonde it seems white - by choice? Obviously. That kind of color isn't natural.
l o v e:
candy, coffee, crappy romance, nature, cats, chests, unnecessary and annoying spaces between letters.
&
h a t e:
curry, spicy food, math, stupid people, soda, traffic
p r e f e r e n c e:
Whatever tickles her damn fancy.
d o r m#:
Unknown at the time.
